A reader sends along this equally creepysick piece from 2001 in which Righties go all orgasmic over… Donald Rumsfeld.
One of the odder markers of a culture in decay (or, at any rate, an apostate Puritan culture in decay) is its weird inability to keep from sexualizing things that, ick, should *not* be sexualized. Who knew there was a connection between Donald Rumsfeld and Bratz dolls?